All of the girls out with their hips asway,
But I'm the lonliest man.
They're selling insence and sunglasses on Orchard Street,
Boatloads of bootleg Sean Jean.
I dreamed you up in this vast, dark bed,
Believe I loved you for each hair upon the back of your neck,
And I want to kiss you, but I can't,
Down on the river by the sugar plant,
Down on the river by the sugar plant.
Earings weighing down the lobe,
A nose who loves to slope,
And a mouth turned down.
Shoulders, pale and beautiful,
And angle of the throat,
And a sweet, sad, stare.
All of the waves that crash upon the shore,
Fruitlessly shushing the world.
I'll pledge allegiance to my displacement,
My flag of doubt is unfurrled.
I'll dream you up on a vast, dark coast,
Believe I see you walking towards me,
Arms outstretched like a ghost,
And I want to kiss you but I can't,
Down on the river by the sugar plant...
Down on the river by the sugar plant... [5x]